InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Caged in Her Heart ❯ Unstoppable ( Chapter 1 )

Caged in her heart

 

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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and I do not make money out of writing this story. And I don't own Lady Misil either, but she's so amazing.

 

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Summary: Higurashi Kagome, the one who aspires to become Empress, the one all love and fear. She is capable of hurting everyone who stands between her and her goal, but will things stay the same as the Emperor tries to resist her?

 

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A/N: So here's a new story. I have been planning this for about a month and I've had inspiration - the Korean drama Queen Seon Duk. Kagome was inspired by Lady Misil, the most awesome woman ever. I simply love her, so I decided to write something from the Heian period with Kagome acting similar to Misil. This is not a crossover.

 

Itwill not be historically accurate, because I don't know that much about the Heian period, but some things will fit, like the four clans that were influent back then: Fujiwara, Tachibana, Minamoto and Taira.

 

For the moment, Kagome is some sort of a villain (even though she is the protagonist), so if you don't like this, I suggest you don't read it. Also, there will be lots of OOC-ness, so if you're interested in a story where everyone acts like in the manga/anime, you shouldn't read it, either.

 

In my story Kikyou is against Kagome, but that doesn't mean she's a bitch (mostly because she's the good one here) so if you want a story where Kikyou will be bashed you're in the wrong place, again :)

 

Now some words to know:

 

Moushiwake gozaimasen = Sorry (quite formal)
Karaginu = Waist-length Chinese style jacket, part of the JÅ«nihitoe
JÅ«nihitoe = Highly complex kimono worn only by court ladies
Anata = You, dearest (here)
Fujiwara-shi, Taira-shi, Minamoto-shi, Tachibana-shi = Fujiwara clan, Taira clan, Minamoto clan, Tachibana clan

 

Sorry for the very long A/N, but I had to say these things. Now enjoy the story :)

 

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People worshiped her. They loved her and feared her like no other. Some said Higurashi Kagome was a Kami trapped in a human body, forced by other Kami to watch over people on Earth against her wishes. Some said she was an offspring of her own immeasurable power; they thought Higurashi-sama was not created, but that she only created. She was a miracle, they believed; how else would a beauty like herself be capable of so many achievements at such a young age?

 

Her heart, a thing to fear, was a mystery. Many had come, paid their homage, left a scar there and moved on. Or died within her soul's encase.

 

You could not talk about Higurashi-sama without a pang of fresh, unadulterated apprehension tearing at your insides. Yes, she was an imposing woman, striking in every movement - you simply could not tear your eyes off her when she entered a hall room.

 

The wind blew softer than usual as Higurashi Kagome, the Court's most influential woman, smiled at her beautiful reflection in the Chinese mirror she had purchased from merchants. The way her lips tilted upwards ever so slightly betrayed little emotion, but enough mystery that any man would be bewildered and would desperately wish to see more of her.

 

“What Kagome wants, Kagome gets.”

 

Her voice carried across her neatly and expensively decorated room, but no one heard the words. It was just the silky, delicate tone that mesmerized both men and women so deeply - no one could really resist her.

 

“And if you have everyone at your toes, then what could possibly stop you?”

 

But she could answer her own question. She was not of noble birth; therefore, she could not become Empress. And she wanted to become Empress.

 

“Moushiwake gozaimasen, Kagome-sama,” the shrill voice of the servant boomed through her quarters, making her head hurt slightly. For a second, she considered killing the servant. Then she decided against it. Obviously, she had been thinking of sad memories again, judging by her sudden headache; there was no denying it.

 

“Yes?” she inquired in return.

 

“Tsubaki-sama is here,” the voice answered, but the servant couldn't see Kagome's looming smile, she couldn't possibly know what she was thinking of, what she was planning.

 

“Let her in.”

 

A few vague sounds later, a beautiful woman with midnight-colored clothing and long, dark hair bowed slightly to her superior. Higurashi was the one she had sworn devotion to, and she would do anything for her safety.

 

“My duty has been fulfilled, Kagome-sama,” she said with a distinctively powerful voice. Tsubaki was one of the fiercest women Kagome had ever known, and she decided to keep her for that treat. It was a… game Kagome played, the one where she only kept those who were special enough to spark her interest. And this particular priestess that was almost as high as herself among priestesses was definitely worth her time.

 

“Wonderful,” the High Adviser of the Emperor and High Priestess of the Buddhist Temple replied, clearly pleased. “Leave it on the table.” Her enthusiasm brought a familiar pride to Tsubaki's chest - whoever pleased Higurashi Kagome was in her good graces and remained there for a long time or until a betrayal. Not many dared betray her. So she carefully laid the object on the table.

 

“May I ask why you need it?” Tsubaki said after a few seconds of silence and nearly fell backwards from seeing the quick sharp look Kagome sent her.

 

“You may not,” came the pleasant answer.

 

“Very well. I will leave now.” The Priestess of the Buddhist Temple announced, bowing once again in deference.

 

“Do so.”

 

Once the woman was out of seeing range, Kagome got up from her chair and encircled the table a few times, caressing the vaguely intricate designs on its edge, her smile never wavering. Who could stop her now? Surely not the Emperor, Kimura Renkotsu - he had never had sufficient control. Perhaps his equally influential wife, Midoriko? No, she was not a danger, either. But Kagome would have to beware of their youngest daughter, Kikyou-Hime. She was as young as herself, but quite intelligent for her age and hell-bent on removing her. A pity that she was not on Kagome's side. After all, parents taught their children their own concepts.

 

The wind that came through the wide window stopped abruptly as if she'd commanded it to when Kagome picked up the finely wrapped object and smirked enigmatically. Then the wind started blowing hesitantly once again. Her karaginu was the color of pale sakura blossoms of the spring - such a pure color - and she loved the way the sleeves waved as she walked.

 

Within minutes she was at the Imperial General's quarters, hoping she would find him there. After all, it was a fairly quiet day, no mutinies, no spies to interrogate, no remarkable events, she was sure. She'd be aware of them otherwise.

 

As soon as she entered the very familiar room, her most loyal ally lowered himself to his knee, bowing his head to his Mistress.

 

“Kagome-sama,” he intoned courteously, but his voice betrayed something only she could recognize, something that belonged only to her. The underlying details of his vibrant tone sent spontaneous tingles through her whole body.

 

“Inuyasha-sama,” she replied with that soft smile she wore only for him, one that had begun as a secret and much valued weapon, but that had turned against her instead. Now she could not refrain from using it for him in private.

 

He rose and met her fiery gaze, trying to find answers in the recesses of her eyes. A truly beautiful specimen he was. She could not remember a more handsome man to ever serve her; how was it that he was so powerful and so exquisite at the same time? She honestly could not get enough of him and hoped she wouldn't have to kill him, too. Her eyes almost darkened at another cruel memory that came unasked for.

 

“What brings you here?”

 

She smiled despite herself.

 

“I have something for you.”

 

He smiled too. Naturally, he knew what it was, but he initiated their game nonetheless.

 

Letting her lift her chin defiantly, he started inspecting her carefully from head to toe, biting his lip in feigned concentration. Then he walked circles around her as if to examine every little feature. The object from her hand was laid on the table next.

 

His hand reached forward, tangling itself in her clothes as he pulled off the first layer of many. He walked around her a bit more, coming to face her back. Aiming to surprise, he held her from behind abruptly, inhaling her unique, distinctive scent that could calm him at all times. Inuyasha heard her breath hitch for a moment when he licked her sensitive earlobe as his right hand slipped between the many layers of cloth and finally reached the unmarred flesh she hid from others. Higurashi Kagome was a beauty.

 

He felt her heat radiating off her back in scorching waves signaling her increasing arousal as he grabbed her breast with tentative ferocity - she always brought out the animal in him.

 

“I want you so much,” he whispered hotly in her ear and relished the way she threw her head back in abandon. She held his pleasure in her hands.

 

A feminine whimper filled him with pride as he caressed her flesh teasingly.

 

But Higurashi Kagome could also shatter his dreams.

 

“Not now.”

 

Trying to hide his hurt, Inuyasha merely frowned at her retreating figure and waited for her to be seated and tell him what she was truly here for.

 

“As you know,” she started with a delicate smile, “these are desperate times for the Emperor as he is trying to gather as much power and people as he can to resist me. But there is one thing he cannot understand.” By the way her eyes twinkled, Inuyasha knew exactly what it was, but let her say it nevertheless. “People love me.”

 

Her statement caught him off guard; he'd always thought she believed the people feared her.

 

“Don't they hate you?”

 

Her answering grin was toothy and sly. “Isn't that the same thing?”

 

“Well said.”

 

Of course, as always, Kagome had something up her sleeves. And it wasn't another sleeve from another layer of her heavy clothes, but a plan she intended to follow. He was sure it was something amazingly baffling; she was so deft and creative.

 

The next time that Inuyasha set his eyes on her, his jaw went tight, as did his stomach muscles. His eyes sent blazing arrows to pierce her heart, hoping they'd stay there forever and ever, but Inuyasha wasn't one to ever delude himself. Kagome did not love him, of that he was certain. Their chemistry was extraordinary, something unheard of, and he loved her more than his own life, but she'd dispose of him in the blink of an eye if he proved unworthy.

 

The sight of her bare skin presented to his eyes made blood race madly through his body, leaving a bittersweet feel of mind-numbing heat. One of his eyes twitched as his mouth went dry, and he approached her slowly, taking his time in hunting her.

 

She said nothing, because no words were necessary as he drew her nude body against his clothed, hard one, the harsh fabric making her grunt softly. He didn't release the pressure on her wrists, didn't allow her breath to relax, but buried his head in the crook of her neck, licking a trail of hot saliva on her sensitive skin. Her moans were music, something only she could give him. No other woman had satisfied him so thoroughly; he no longer needed another.

 

His clothes were off soon - somehow, she managed this feat quickly after years of practice. Her eyes were closed, a sign of trust. Inuyasha remembered a time at the beginning of their odd relationship when she'd always keep her eyes open, as if danger was lurking at the corners. Now she trusted him with her life, knew he would rather kill himself before thinking to do anything that would harm her.

 

“Inuyasha…” His name sounded divine on her full lips, so he watched her pleasure-filled face for a moment before he claimed them with his own. Their mouths moved together fervently as they swallowed each other's thoughts and intentions.

 

He wanted to have her as much as she wanted to keep him.

 

Don't ever leave me, was what she always wanted to say to him, but it wasn't something that depended on him, either. She knew how pure his love for her was. So she let herself consumed by his passion, by his unquenchable fire that trapped her within its sizzling flames. Inuyasha found he didn't want to reach the bed, he couldn't wait any more. His mouth seared her skin.

 

This was a sin. It hurt and it brought so much pleasure that it always left them both hazy afterwards, but it also left behind a lingering bitter taste. It was a sin, and they were both doomed.

 

But they couldn't let go of it.

 

She was blissfully wet when he entered her forcefully, and the table shook with the power of his thrusts. His eyes were shut tight, sweat drenching his eyebrows as his head lay against her collarbone. His skilled tongue occasionally teased her dark nipples; he adored her moans, her pants, her screams for more and knew he was the only one who could bring her this. Even though she never spoke about it, she didn't have another lover, he'd checked. He was enough for her and this knowledge made his skin jump with excitement.

 

“Inuyasha…” Her head turned from side to side and her silky calves wound around his body as he drove further inside her. It was deeper with every thrust; it was closer to her heart, closer to her mind. She had to wonder how to keep him out of them for a second, but all rational thinking escaped her the moment a slender, masculine finger traveled between their joined bodies and started rubbing her deliciously.

 

Shivers had her writhing, though not in agony. Tainted pleasure shot through her and Kagome bit her tongue inside her mouth to keep from screaming out outrageously loudly. She was still amazed at how good he made her feel, how incredibly outstanding being with him was.

 

“Faster…” Her voice was cracking, she could no longer speak clearly, but he understood nonetheless. Far from reluctant he complied, and his own groans escalated as her hands made their journey all over his body, memorizing every inch of skin, every battle scar.

 

In her eyes, Tachibana Inuyasha was the ultimate symbol of survival. He'd lived his whole life trying to stay alive and he'd managed so far - it was proof enough that he was worthy of her attention. But lately it had come to more than that. She felt almost compelled to offer him something that she had decided not to entrust again - her heart. The one many longed for, the very one Inuyasha himself would kill for.

 

A fleeting thought crossed her mind. How cruel it would be to tell him that she loved him in the middle of their passion, when he was sure she did not. However, she wasn't so convinced anymore - nothing made sense to her any longer.

 

Regardless, she was Higurashi Kagome and she would become Empress. Unfortunately, Inuyasha did not fit in this equation, so she would have to give him up sooner or later. But until then, she wanted to cling to him.

 

Don't, don't ever leave me.

 

Her mind trembled from so much pleasure, so much heat, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head when she touched the highest peak. He laughed then - a rich sound that filled her whole universe, and Kagome realized she wanted to hear more of it. She laughed with him; it was more of an impulse, but it was welcome, because it made her feel closer to him.

 

After a few particularly sharp thrusts, she felt a familiar liquid heat spreading inside her and smiled. She'd accept all of him, she'd drink him in avidly as long as time allowed it.

 

Don't take him away from me.

 

He was much too precious for her purpose, for her. She never wanted to lose him. Perhaps it was her past mistakes that had made her so cold now, but Inuyasha could melt her entire world if he tried.

 

His breath tickled the side of her neck and she wanted to giggle, but she was so accustomed not to that she couldn't do it in the end.

 

“That was…” He lost his words, or rather, there were no words to describe such demanding craze.

 

“I know,” she whispered back, letting his fingers intertwine with hers on the table. Her back hurt from the position, but she didn't complain. She didn't say anything when she felt his saliva slowly dripping on her naked breast in their aftermath - he was probably not even aware of it. Maybe it was that she wanted to receive everything he wanted to offer, maybe it was because of her confusing feelings, but she let him rest like that.

 

“Kagome?” He sounded sleepy, and he probably was.

 

“Hmm?”

 

“I love you,” he said, as he always did, and she smiled warmly. He didn't mind if he was being used, he would never trade his place in Kagome's bed or confidence for anything. If he could not have more, at least he'd accept this.

 

As always, her words came uncalled-for.

 

“I know.”

 

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The palace was rustling with life and trepidation. The Emperor was more than worried about what might happen. Fujiwara had always been the most rebellious and self-assured clan. They were also the most powerful, the most influential. To lose them now, when Higurashi Kagome aimed for the throne, was a catastrophe in and of itself. It simply could not happen.

 

His spy had told him that a guard from Fujiwara had been seen carrying something over to Higurashi's quarters. It clearly spoke of something bad and furtive happening, and the Emperor was helpless in this situation. How had it come to this?

 

“Anata,” whispered a strong, but calm voice. The Emperor turned around slowly only to see his wife walking steadily with her amazing poise.

 

“Why are you out of your quarters?” Renkotsu asked smoothly, his eyes shining in the bright light.

 

“I believe we have a problem,” she announced easily, never taking her eyes off her husband's.

 

He sighed. “I know…”

 

Midoriko was not surprised. She was not taken aback by the fact that he couldn't do anything, either. The situation was slipping out of their hands, as always. How was it that a single, young woman had so much power?

 

“People love her,” Renkotsu answered her thoughts.

 

“And they also fear her,” she added, approaching her husband and caressing his shoulder. “I remember a time when we had so much power…”

 

“She was young, very young back then,” Renkotsu supplied. Now everything in their lives revolved around Higurashi Kagome. “But there was something special about that child even then. First to learn the ways of Buddha. First to become High Adviser at only fourteen. Youngest High Priestess. Best among the Archery Soldiers Troup. We should not be surprised.”

 

“I am not,” Midoriko disclosed. Higurashi Kagome had always been witty and skilled, but she had a heart of stone. She hadn't been like that from the beginning.

 

“It was partially our fault,” The Emperor said, closing his eyes in shame. Yes, they had been responsible for sending those people in her path. Especially Soga Menomaru, her greatest love.

 

“No, it was not. We only introduced them to her, she did the rest.”

 

Renkotsu smiled. “Woman, you always know just what to say.”

 

Her smile was brief until her face sobered.

 

“What are we going to do?”

 

It was a question he honestly had no answer to. He pursed his lips in deep thought. What were they going to do?

 

“If we lose the Fujiwara…” He trailed off, letting the dread of that prospect coat his words.

 

“Face it, anata. Fujiwara-shi has never been on our side. The government is theirs right now, you cannot deny this.”

 

She was right, of course. “But we still have Taira-shi.”

 

“The Taira clan is perhaps the weakest of the four,” Midoriko protested. “Higurashi has Tachibana-shi, Minamoto-shi and now it is possible that she has Fujiwara-shi, as well. They are the most powerful, especially Fujiwara. You must do something.”

 

Renkotsu nodded. “I will go to speak to Fujiwara Ginjiro. Maybe I can change his mind.”

 

“Do so, anata. I hope you succeed.”

 

Then the room was empty.

 

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“What are we going to do if I am really pregnant?” the princess asked with a small voice as she regarded her lover. They were both soaked in the sweat of their passion, and while they knew their relationship was against the Court, they couldn't stop it. It was too much to even want to stop it.

 

Yet the question she dared voice sounded terrible.

 

Inoue Suikotsu knew the answer. If she was pregnant, there would be hell to pay. He would be found out some way or another, the princess would be disowned at best, and he would be killed mercilessly. The Emperor was not an evil one, but he lived for honor, and he would not even spare his daughter.

 

The young physician hoped the princess wasn't with child - it would be the worst complication to arise. During times when Higurashi Kagome fought for the throne, the princess being pregnant before marriage would be unacceptable. He didn't care if Higurashi became Empress, but she had been in his life indirectly for so long that he'd started to dislike her with a passion.

 

“You are not,” he insisted, but even he feared the possibility. She had been getting nauseous quite often lately, and her dizziness was another factor not to be overlooked. For the first time in his life, Suikotsu wanted her to be sick. “Kikyou, you are not,” he repeated.

 

“Then I am ill?” She didn't sound scared, but then again, Kikyou-Hime always seemed so strong.

 

“It is most likely because of the stress,” he guessed, kissing her bare shoulder lightly.

 

Her smile always made him better. But then her face became serious as she looked at the sky that was witness to their passion.

 

“It is noon, you must go,” she announced, her voice detached. He always hated it when she got like this.

 

Suikotsu sighed. “All right, I will. Meet you here next week.”

 

“Make sure Higurashi does not suspect anything,” she warned, reaching for her clothes that lay haphazardly around them. Somehow, he was already dressed and up, smiling down at her.

 

“No one will see me.”

 

It would be a disaster if Higurashi somehow found out about them.

 

“I trust you,” she whispered to his retreating back, hating her life some more.

 

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“Kimura-sama,” the subject said respectfully, bowing to the Emperor. Taira Miroku was a wise man that cared about their Empire above many things. The Emperor was the law for him, and Higurashi Kagome was one who wanted to break the law.

 

“Taira-san,” the Emperor said, “will you come with me to see Fujiwara Ginjiro?”

 

It might as well not have been a question, because Miroku always did as asked if the Emperor was involved.

 

“Of course, Kimura-sama, but what for?”

 

Kimura Renkotsu sighed. “We might lose them,” he divulged, aware of Miroku's confusion.

 

“Lose who, Kimura-sama?”

 

“Fujiwara-shi.”

 

The head of the Taira clan froze instantly, horror spreading through his veins like death. To lose Fujiwara-shi in such times… no, it could not happen. His face hardened with a rare determination.

 

“What must I do?”

 

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A/N: I hope you liked this first chapter. Please tell me what you think about it and don't be reluctant to offer constructive criticism, as well.Flames will be entirely disregarded.